Changing Times...!!!!!

Year 1994 - 'Hum Aapke hain Kaun'
Watching 'Hum aapke hain kaun' during one weekend , I remembered,this is the movie which my parents have seen before taking us to theatre, way back in 1994, when it has been released. They wanted to ensure that we watch a safe movie, without any fights, vulgar scenes etc. After watching it and satisfied with its content they have allowed us to watch the movie the next day. Being in the middle class family and too small I have failed to understand it.
Year 2007 - 'Guru'
My parents have decided to visit Bangalore and alongwith other things, I wanted to show them a movie in PVR theatre, yes guys PVR is still not there in Udaipur. But the difficult task was to choose a movie which can be seen with parents. I chose 'Guru' as I have seen it before and my mind has declared it safe for my parents.Whenever I think about this paradigm shift, I have to admit, time indeed has changed. .
Frankly speaking its difficult...err.....sorry, its impossible ...to watch even a so called family serial with parents, you never know what will happen next, a couple can come lip-locking out of nowhere,forget about fight scenes, there are so many scenes where you have to ask for an excuse to leave, or you will not be able to look into the eyes of your parents afterwards.
Looking at two sides of the coin I have realized that time has changed indeed and it has changed considerably.
Now you can only imagine about the old world where Parents used to decide the limits for their children, welcome to the new happening/vibrant/Yo world where the limits for the parents are decided by their children.

Silicon City Vs. Silicon Valley....!!!!!

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I - The Ultimate Reality...!!!!!!

The clock had struck 2:15 in the morning when i woke up suddenly. The thought of my reality which has been haunting me for more than 5-6 years has striked again suddenly and i thought about it for 15 mins then slept again.
This is about the reality which is unknown to the world and which cannot be told and its better if it remained untold. Some inner feelings, some real dark part of your life which if revaled will destroy the belief of others on you. The realiy which will destroy you to such an extent that you will never see your face in the mirror. Apart from the dark patches there would be so many unfulfilled desires ,dreams about which nobody has any single ounce of idea.
Sometimes i think when someone dies, dies with him one unknown world , a world where nobody can enter, a bastion where nobody is allowed, the place where the shadow of the self-being too have to take a permission to enter. What happens to the reality of self-being then, I think, it dies too an immature death since it cannot be shared. The question arises : Is the reality of self- being a burden for the individual ?, I think yes, and this is the burden the weight of which cannot be shared with others.

Childhood Games....

Hyaaaaa...hu...hyaaaa....huh.....yes...!!!!!... if I remember correctly these were the words which we ( myself and my younger brother Pankaj )used to hymn when we used to go to pick our elder brother from the school bus stop. We have managed to get one stick and like 'palkiwaalas' used to carry it on our soldiers with the bag dangling in between, like newly wedded girl, with bhaiyya telling all the stories of his big school. That was the first game i ever played or ever remembered down the memory lane. Truly speaking we used to take big pride in doing that....!!!!!
The other game which i adore was 'Pakadani' ( I dont know what to say it in english...its like you have to catch a guy who is running ). There I learnt what exactly does competition mean. I have two friends Babulal and Deepak both gifted with ultimate skills ( at least from the barometers of a 4th standard kid.) One was very fast runner like me and another used to go in jungles without any problem.
To catch them in 'pakadani' was the most difficult challenge I have ever encountered so far in sports.
There used to be fights, quarrels, abuse,treachery too but everything was limited till the time we used to play.Once the game was over, we used to be good friends again. I have learnt many chapters of my life during games and I am still learning during the game of cricket with which i am obsessed now a days.
If I say I was an innocent kid I would be wrong....I have stolen some cricket balls by making others fool, yes, I was gifted in that skill. I have travelled some 5 Kms on foot to get one tyre from one of my friends. Tyre racing , rise and fall of the emotions with tyre movements were our happiest moments. That tyre is still showcased at my house.
Then there was Kho-Kho, Kabaddi and big fun was playing with Girls.......especially Kabaddi...;)
Nothing I can do but laugh at those incidents which have happened during the childhood days. There are so many others which I can remember and which inevidently reminds me of so many friends with whom I have lost contact. Never in my life I have desired to loose my childlike activities and I have succeeded so far.
I would like to go back to the childhood days to carry bhaiyya's bag one more time, to catch Babulal, to run tyre in the streets, to play Kabaddi, kho-kho and what not, to say to all the dear games and friends that I miss them so much.....!!!!!